In October, a season full of joy and warmth, the Song family is immersed in the double celebration of Song Yaqing and Gu Yechen's upcoming marriage.
The preparations for the wedding were not only a declaration of love, but also the beginning of the integration of the two families. The scale of the wedding was so large that almost the entire Jincheng was immersed in joy.
The Song family sent Song Yaqing off with tears in their eyes. Song Yaqing was going to fly to Rongjing first.
Gu Yechen chartered another plane for his relatives and flew to Rongjing the next day.
Chuchu was away the whole time, and no one in the Song family answered the phone until the phone ran out of battery and turned off automatically.
The Song family members who had not yet gone to Rongjing gathered together and talked about this matter.
Song Jingping, the pillar of the family, was usually calm and reserved, but at this moment, he could not hide his worry for Chuchu: "This little girl actually didn't attend Yaqing's wedding in order to film. This matter revealed something strange from beginning to end."
Grandma Shu Wan, the elderly woman who had experienced many vicissitudes of life but was still full of love, stroked the handkerchief in her hand, frowning: "Ya Qing really spoils the child. What's so good about filming?"
My aunt Sheng Xiaodan took over the conversation, sharing her experiences of the entertainment industry in her usual gentle tone. "It's true that there are many rules and pressures in this industry. Last year, I heard that a young actor couldn't even attend his father's funeral in order not to delay filming. It's heartbreaking to think about it."
Second uncle Song Shilin was more direct: "It's really hard to not answer the phone. No matter how busy you are, you should always have time to report home that you are safe, right?" There was a hint of blame in his words, but more of it was a deep concern for Chuchu's safety.
At this time, my second aunt, who was still unmarried, offered a suggestion with her characteristic gentleness and thoughtfulness: "Chu Chu is less than four years old and may not yet understand the complexities of social relationships. Perhaps we can try to contact her assistant to see if we can learn more."
Chu Fei, as the eldest sister in the family, sighed softly when she heard this: "We've tried it. The assistant said Chuchu is filming on an island. The environment is quite special and it's not convenient for her to answer the phone. But she promised that Chuchu will call us as soon as she is free."
Finally, Chu An stood up and ended the discussion about Chu Chu with his usual calmness and decisiveness: "Okay, don't worry too much. Although Chu Chu is young, she knows what she is doing. We have to rush to Rongjing early tomorrow, so let's all get some rest. As for Chu Chu, I believe she will handle it well."
As the night deepens, the lights in the Song family are still warm and bright, and the concern for Chuchu is like the brightest star in the night sky, guiding the family in the direction of progress.
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Lu Chenguang's mood was so heavy that it seemed to be able to crush the colors of the entire world. It was an emotion of bottomless darkness and pain.
His memory, like an ancient scroll that had been covered in dust for a long time, slowly unfolded. Every picture carried the grievances and hatreds from tens of thousands of years ago. He remembered all the entanglements with the Chongming bird clan, and all the past with Chuchu in the human world.
When he learned from Qingtian that it was Chuchu who was willing to give up her own life just to save his chance of survival, an unprecedented anger and despair swept through his heart like a storm.
At that moment, he seemed to be driven by an invisible force, and a crazy desire to destroy the six realms surged in his heart.
In his eyes, apart from the human world, the world they had lived together, and the demon world, the place with which he was inextricably linked, all living things in the other four realms seemed so insignificant and hateful, as if their existence itself was a blasphemy to Chu Chu's sacrifice.
At this moment, he was in the magnificent and lonely villa of the Lu family abroad. Although the surroundings were luxurious, they were empty. There were only three or five respectful but distant servants, and Qingtian who never left his side, accompanying him.
For Lu Chenguang, this villa is more like a cage, imprisoning his body and his heart that longs for freedom and revenge.
The demonic energy in his body, after tens of thousands of years of accumulation, has become so powerful that it is frightening.
This power sometimes transforms him into the cold and ruthless Rong Lin, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, as if he can see through all the hypocrisy in the world; sometimes he transforms into a wisp of ethereal and uncertain netherworld air, like smoke and fog, making it difficult to grasp.
Qingtian looked at Tianyi's arrival, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, including the joy of meeting an old friend, but also the worry about the current situation.
He sighed softly, his voice filled with helplessness and exhaustion. "The Demon Lord is now completely immersed in the abyss of demonic possession. The power of the Fallen Angel within him, originally the key to maintaining the balance of the six realms, has now been completely absorbed by the demonic energy of the Netherworld, becoming a powerful aid in his path of revenge."
Tian Yi stared deeply at Lu Chenguang who was sleeping on the sofa. His face, which used to be as warm as the spring sun, was now extremely pale, as if shrouded in endless clouds of sorrow. The sorrow locked between his brows was like a solid shackle that was difficult to untie.
He whispered, "Has he really become a complete demon?"
Qingtian nodded solemnly, his voice deep and powerful, "Yes, his current power has reached the pinnacle of the Six Realms, unmatched by anyone. Even the almighty Emperor Xuanyu would find it difficult to contend with him."
A complex expression flashed across Tian Yi's eyes, a mixture of worry for Lu Chenguang's current situation and a premonition that he was about to embark on an unknown path. "He's going to save the princess, right?" He spoke with a hint of certainty, as if he had already guessed what Lu Chenguang was thinking.
Qingtian nodded again, his eyes firm: "Yes, he only wants to rescue the princess, no matter the cost."
Tian Yi pondered for a moment and quickly made a decision: "Well, let's split up into two groups. You go to the Demon Realm and ask Princess Ye Xuan to come and help us. Her power is indispensable. And I will return to my country and call Lie Yan as well. His power of fire may be able to help us."
Qingtian nodded in agreement, but a trace of worry still lingered between his brows. "However, we don't know the situation on Xiao Qian's side. How much of his magic power has recovered is crucial to our plan."
Tianyi patted Qingtian's shoulder in understanding, and said firmly, "I can't worry about that anymore. The most important thing now is to gather all the strength we can. There is strength in numbers."
After saying that, Tianyi's figure instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving only the lingering sound echoing softly in the air.
Seeing this, Qingtian did not delay any longer and immediately set off for the Demon Realm to ask for help from Princess Yexuan.
When the four of them finally gathered together, they found that Lu Chenguang could no longer suppress his inner impulse and rushed towards the Qiankun Liuhe Formation alone.
His firm steps and resolute back seemed to declare to the world that no matter whether there were mountains of swords and seas of fire, or endless darkness ahead, he would move forward courageously, just to rescue the person he cared about most in his heart - Chuchu.
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